Ayesha came back home one day with a glum face.
“Assalamu Alaikum, Ammi,” she said and put her bag down. “Walaikum Assalam,” her mother smiled, but when she looked up, Ayesha was frowning. “What is it dear?” She asked, taking her hand. “It’s Sara again,Ammi! She keeps mocking me about my Hijab,” explained Ayesha. Mom said, gently: “Ayesha dear, don’t feel down by what Sara says.”
“But…she makes fun of me in front of everyone. Soon everyone will be on her side, and I’ll have no friends,” said Ayesha, looking depressed. “Ayesha dear, if your friends are really true to you they would not bother about your looks.” said mom reassuringly. Ayesha just nodded.
Next day at school Ayesha walked in, trying to avoid the gazes of many people, who were present yesterday, when Sara mocked her. But she wasn’t left alone for long. Sara, a black haired cool girl of the school, walked towards her. “Well, well, well… if it isn’t miss Hijabi!” she taunted. After a few more smart comments, she pushed Ayesha and was about to walk away, when Ayesha called out to her in a loud voice. Ayesha’s anger had reached the boiling point. “What is it with you?” she asked.
“Me?” Sara blurted rudely. “Awww… the Hijabi learnt how to talk.”
“Don’t call me that Ayesha confronted calmly.
“Stop me?” Sara walked forward threateningly.
“I can’t stop you, but someday you will be punished for all this not by me but by Allah (swt) if you don’t mend your ways.” Replied coolly Ayesha and walked away.
Ayesha’s friends found her sitting alone in the cafeteria.
“Ayesha, we wanted to tell you something.” Said Aamina.
Fatima continued: “We noticed that you look sad and now we’re getting the feeling that you are hurt by Sara’s insults but seriously – we don’t care about what you look like or what you wear. We love you for who you are.” Tears formed in Ayesha’s eyes when she realized that her friends had been true to her and that she did not need to worry about them being like Sara. Allah (swt) would help her get through her difficulties and someday might even show Sara what’s right.
By Alisha Sajjad Hamid